Child, student, lover,
spouse, parent: so many masks
tried on for size through-
out a given life.
I think about them as I
dress for breakfast, rite
of passage each day
now that I wear no mask to
speak of. I’m working up
to asking Nothing
to be my mask. I hear it’s
a name for God—-I
don’t feel godly—-but
what have I got to lose? Be-
tween us the same mask.
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